Tag: Housecore Horror Film Festival

Friday morning started with a bang as I stumbled into the front patio of the Housecore Horror Film Festival where I was suddenly face to face with the men that haunted my childhood imagination, Gunnar Hansen and Bill Johnson; The Leatherfaces from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1 and 2, respectively. I kind of just creepily starred at them to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before going to browse merchandise booths for cool scores. I picked up a shirt with the evil jack-o-lantern from Halloween 2 and a few buttons, including one for Abel Ferrera’s Driller Killer, the scuzzy New York slasher movie. I then killed some time looking at horror memorabilia from some really unique vendors. Before I knew it, the time had come for Brian Posehn to play the Midway stage. He joked about Star Wars, eating like an old lady’s dog, and curb stomping Guy Fieri. It was sinisterly hilarious. Next I found myself in the Grindhouse Tent for the debut of American Guinea Pig, the American version of Japan’s snuff-like Flowers of Flesh and Blood. This movie was excruciatingly brilliant in its unforgiving sheer brutality. Have you ever wanted to see people tortured in a frighteningly realistic manner? If so, go find this creepy, blood splattered extravaganza. I won’t give too much away but it’s definitely on the sick fuck level of A Serbian Film. Go see it in your town, you drooling, deviant dirtbag. Continue reading “Housecore Horror Film Festival”